Because it is easier to Circumvent

Do not disturb the fragile likes of time. He, she, they do not take kindly to the fickle sort. I wish to behold before I become, I wish to grasp tranquility void of trials and become half baked because time is my toil. Time is my qualm. I circumvent with an arsenal of beguilments. I introdice my facade with spurious grins. Fallacy is fearless, fallacy is instant. It is easier to feign than to withstand truth's turmoil. One cannot be obtained without the other. Time is a process to wait upon. I am raw and fearful of the heat that comes with experience: you must cook to thrive. For some there are microwaves and for others ovens. Time is the personal sort. Capacity , Capacity, Capacity. Time progresses slowly forward , it is far from redundant. We seldom recieve the pleasure of perfect timing . We must jump to begin anew. With eyes wide open fall blindly. With eyes wide open trust blindly.